[Intro]
Always talked bout being rich It’s time to come true
Taught my bro to whip that shit what else we gone do
And my mama need that new crib 6 bedrooms huh
Gotta get myself a new whip a new outfit a new crib
[Verse 1]
Caught a bag and I flipped the bag this shit don’t really make sense
Pour a four of that dirty sprite in my Styrofoam cup bitch
I don’t ever need a motherfucker come tell me how to move
Your bitch come to me when she need weed only speak truth
Smoke gas that’s all I smoke I don't need none of that boof
Less really means more when it come to indoor that’s truth
Been through what you been through I ain’t ever talkin with you
If I’m feelin good I might book a session and go step right into the booth
I don't play with my music cause I get paid unlike you
Bitch I speak truth
Bitch I speak facts
Bitch I fucked up but I’ve learned lessons just like you
Double back when the money good cause that money stick like glue
If 2 racks make a stripper dance why the fuck I'm thinking bout you
It’s a hundred racks that I’m chasing tryna catch that just like the flu
Pour a four in a two liter that’s a muddy cup
Get your money up
I just payed rent made another rack now I’m paying all my dues
See the thing is all you dudes just go and get check And you blow it quick
2 racks and it’s over wit
My hands really move fast when I’m counting money like I really hit a lick
Getting money then we flipping shit
Got a bag Gucci real drip
Thirty bands go invest quick
Make a thirty turn into a check bitch
I’m in beast mode
You a sheep bitch
And I’m sipping codeine on the beach bitch
Seeing purple syrup on my franklins
In a big house in the hills
She gone go and pop another pill
E pill
Tripping sweating wit chills
Make another move
Get fooled
Another thousand dollars from Zelle
Then you see me really doing well
Bitch I Got another pack sale
Thirty eight hunnit the pack still
No bitch you can’t get a deal
Like a record label to a meek mill
Like a Fein tryna get a hot deal
Imma blast off in the rocket ship
I don’t shop bitch
I just cop shit
I don’t pop shit
I just make bread and trade stocks bitch
Make a move then another move
Run packs bust plays too
Talk shit but who made you
I made you
Do the things that you wanna do
I’m off this
Bitch I’m tired of you
Always talked bout being rich It’s time to come true
Taught my bro to whip that shit what else we gone do
And my mama need that new crib 6 bedrooms huh
Gotta get myself a new whip a new outfit a new crib
[Verse 1]
Caught a bag and I flipped the bag this shit don’t really make sense
Pour a four of that dirty sprite in my Styrofoam cup bitch
I don’t ever need a motherfucker come tell me how to move
Your bitch come to me when she need weed only speak truth
Smoke gas that’s all I smoke I don't need none of that boof
Less really means more when it come to indoor that’s truth
Been through what you been through I ain’t ever talkin with you
If I’m feelin good I might book a session and go step right into the booth
I don't play with my music cause I get paid unlike you
Bitch I speak truth
Bitch I speak facts
Bitch I fucked up but I’ve learned lessons just like you
Double back when the money good cause that money stick like glue
If 2 racks make a stripper dance why the fuck I'm thinking bout you
It’s a hundred racks that I’m chasing tryna catch that just like the flu
Pour a four in a two liter that’s a muddy cup
Get your money up
I just payed rent made another rack now I’m paying all my dues
See the thing is all you dudes just go and get check And you blow it quick
2 racks and it’s over wit
My hands really move fast when I’m counting money like I really hit a lick
Getting money then we flipping shit
Got a bag Gucci real drip
Thirty bands go invest quick
Make a thirty turn into a check bitch
I’m in beast mode
You a sheep bitch
And I’m sipping codeine on the beach bitch
Seeing purple syrup on my franklins
In a big house in the hills
She gone go and pop another pill
E pill
Tripping sweating wit chills
Make another move
Get fooled
Another thousand dollars from Zelle
Then you see me really doing well
Bitch I Got another pack sale
Thirty eight hunnit the pack still
No bitch you can’t get a deal
Like a record label to a meek mill
Like a Fein tryna get a hot deal
Imma blast off in the rocket ship
I don’t shop bitch
I just cop shit
I don’t pop shit
I just make bread and trade stocks bitch
Make a move then another move
Run packs bust plays too
Talk shit but who made you
I made you
Do the things that you wanna do
I’m off this
Bitch I’m tired of you
( KraphT )
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